It was clear he didn’t belong.
His hair was shabby
and his clothes revealed him.
He smoked a cigarette, and then two.
A couple walked past
while he laughed.
I was staring his ineffability
Specifically,
at the secret of people
so often ignored.
I left to get a pen,
the sun shined his face
he stared back at me
and calmly said:
“You take what you get”
After a long pause,
Wearing a truth-holder smile, he repeated:
“You take… If you get”
He picked up his bags
And faded away
Apr 9, 2020
Apr 9, 2020 at 2:52 PM UTC
It was clear he didn’t belong.
His hair was shabby
and his clothes revealed him.
He smoked a cigarette, and then two.
A couple walked past
while he laughed.
I was staring his ineffability
Specifically,
at the secret of people
so often ignored.
I left to get a pen,
the sun shined his face
he stared back at me
and calmly said:
“You take what you get”
After a long pause,
Wearing a truth-holder smile, he repeated:
“You take… If you get”
He picked up his bags
And faded away
This is a poem I made looking at my window. An unexpected moment that changed my day, and hopefully yours.